A Rhode Island Magyar
I am the daughter of a Hungarian Jewish World War II refugee. I grew up in a small town in
Rhode Island, where being Jewish made me the “ethnic” kid. In 1997 I studied abroad and lived
with a Hungarian family. I asked them to translate my grandmother’s memoirs. In these letters,
the name of the temple my grandmother and her family belonged to was mentioned.With great surprise, my Hungarian host and I realized that our families had been members of this temple
prior to the War. Her family had converted to Christianity, while mine went into hiding. Her
family continued to flourish in Budapest, while no one in my family would return until a curious
co-ed made the trip. However, in this wonderful coincidence, I learned a great deal about my family, and reconnected to another family so obviously meant to be part of my community.